a mechanical bird
soaring in the empty sky
wearing wooden wings
and a heart of stone
bought words
and the painted lies
withering winds
stealing another home

a skeletal whisper
in the tube it lingers
a possessed skeleton
shivering eyes and fingers
casting shadows
in the deep of a screen
closed eyes
devoid of any dreams

a barren corpse
wandering the shelves
eyeing the stranger
for what he sells
a gram of comfort
for a grain of soul
one mechanical tale
to consume us whole

a dying worm
rotting in the cage
mechanical arms
spilling ink on a page
a name and a tag
for morrow to keep
tears in empty bottles
'cause metal can't weep